Tixall Poetry.
283
On the Death of My Dear Sister,
Mrs Kath. Aston;
Known by The Name of "Good Love."
I've strow'd and stuck devoutly on some hearses,
But here I burn and bury all my verses;
Some griefes by sighs and teares are understood,
But this is writt by th' fall of my owne bloud.
In other losses, senses beare a part,
Here the close mourner is a silent heart.
And what elswhere by passion is supplyd,
By reason here is better justify'd.
See reason, justice, honour, vertue, move,
To waite the solemn progress of Good Love.
With equall duty, and with paces even,
They lead and guide us after her to heaven.
But here I burn and bury all my verses;
Some griefes by sighs and teares are understood,
But this is writt by th' fall of my owne bloud.
In other losses, senses beare a part,
Here the close mourner is a silent heart.
And what elswhere by passion is supplyd,
By reason here is better justify'd.
See reason, justice, honour, vertue, move,
To waite the solemn progress of Good Love.
With equall duty, and with paces even,
They lead and guide us after her to heaven.
